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❛break out for ya? nah nah. i came for your dame and her father.❜ with a  laugh he waved metallic fingers absently through the air, dismissing such nonsense. ❛i gotta get to him first though, make it.. make it really hurt  when i dump his dead fuckin’ body at her doorstep.❜ with those same  metallic fingers he brushed them along his chin thoughtfully.

❛i was kinda hopin’ you’d be able to help me out with his location, the  coward tucked tail and went low after the break out from alcatraz, truthfully i haven’t really started ta look yet, i really.. REALLY wanted to ask you first.❜ cold fingers clench into a fist as he grinned. 

Claire calmly lifts the cup of tea towards his mouth to sip from it as he watches Ladd give his dramatic speech and show off a new spec of technology. “Gotta say, Ladd.” He says after he puts the cup back on the table and drums his finger next to it. “I was wondering when I’d see you again— don’t tell me you broke out of jail just for me cause you’re gonna make me blush, I swear.”

His gaze travels back to the mechanic arm. “As for what I’ve been doing all this time, oh, you know. Living life, doing what I do best, have the most beautiful wife by my side and,” Claire sighs, a small, sheepish smile appears on his lips and his cheeks turn red. “Let me tell you, Ladd. She sure knows how to make me feel like I am the happiest man alive—- I’m sure you know how that feels, right? Oh, wait, you were locked up for so long! How can I forget! But maybe you had a buddy in jail to keep you warm during those cold nights, hm?”

#heS NOT A SHOE SHINER OMG

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this woman was a sight to behold, never once had he regretted taking her as his own. the slight body up against his much larger frame while his arms encompassed her.  so close, their bodies nearly one as his skin tingled, his eyes wide, pupils dilated. this coursing rage was a drug and it FED his body, nourished his soul. ❛why?❜ came the whispered response, it was spoken against her  throat as lips pressed against her pulse point. how he longed; ached to feel it diminish, to watch the life drain from her already pale pallor. ❛..why?❜ with a quick bark of a laugh he then eased away just slightly before laughing once more. a cackle. braying now, howling. ❛why why why why INDEED MY DEAR. because he’s livin’ the life baby! not a care in the goddamn world and we can’t have that can we?! no no no no no. this is MY universe and i can’t have anyone livin’ so high on the hog that they ain’t worried about me blowin’ their brains out, right? how fuckin’ RUDE is that! here i am bein’ generous enough to let this  guy live in MY world and he has the GALL to take advantage of such  kindness!❜ with a shake of his head he wondered just how his fingers  managed to wrap so neatly about her throat, he began to s q u e e z e all the while explaining his irrational fury. ❛besides i know his bloodline, that chane woman my railtracer FRIEND  seems ta really have a twisted sorta fondness for well if i get rid of that girl PLUS her arrogant sonofabitch father that’d kill THREE birds with one stone with a hit to the railtracer! right baby?❜ panting now, barrel chest heaving he grinned, teeth glinting in the light, he was practically salivating as he continued to lightly choke his fiance. 

    Lua surrendered herself to him as he drew her close and leaned against the warmth of his strong, sturdy form. She smiled dreamily as her hand idly traced against the fabric of his shirt, feeling his racing heart. His words were so intoxicating that they cast Lua in a haze; nothing else in the world mattered to her but this man, who held her very life in his hands. Her breath hitched.

  “Ladd…” she whispered and tilted her head back so she could meet his manic eyes again, throat bared to him, heart aching for the sweet pain he promised her. The anticipation of it was part of the thrill; she often imagined how it would feel if he dragged a knife across her neck, or drove it through her heart (among many other gruesome methods). 

    The man he then named to kill was not an unfamiliar one to her, yet it still gave her pause. Huey Laforet’s name could be found in headlines of almost every paper; he was a man accused of terrorism and treason and recently vanished without a trace from Alcatraz. 

    “Huey Laforet…? Why?” She asked, not as an objection, but rather to keep Ladd’s enthusiasm going as well as to satisfy her own curiosity. She had yet to hear much about her fiance’s time in incarceration. She kept her neck craned towards him eagerly. 

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she was grace and beauty incarnate; the car of course not the woman next to him. although she had a few fine points as well. however she did not purr as the incredible beast  between his legs did. with the turn of a key she came to life and a trill of pleasure went up his spine. raw energy poured from his body, the very air about him crackled with excitement. he was ready for them.

as the gear shifted and the car began to duck and weave through an incredible amount of foot traffic he laughed. ❛this is one party you won’t ever forget! or at least.. the guests won’t.❜ and with that he simply enjoyed the hectic ride towards their destination. no more talk, not yet. and with the way he drove, it certainly didn’t take long to arrive. the warehouse was large, not as massive as the garage but it was still spacious. with the car door open he slammed it behind him with a grin; shotgun once again slung over his shoulder as he entered, with her presumably behind him. three men were bound to wooden chairs, five  more surrounded them, free and looming tall. presumably the kidnappers.

time slowed as he entered, all eyes on the larger than life mob boss and before one of the bound could speak his shotgun was pointed upwards towards the ceiling before dropping down into a firm grip. with one hand  the forearm was pumped, the weapon settling easily into both hands now as the trigger was pulled.  the missal like projectiles exploded forward into the meat of the middle  bound man. on contact flesh was torn away, fragments of shrapnel  removed his face as gore and viscera splatted amongst his fellow  kidnapped mates. bone was scraped bare with as close as he was to said prisoner, of course getting some of the blood on his beautiful white suit. perfect. the chair was forced back that the now corpse had still been tied too and ladd watched with minimal interest while the two left behind began to scream. not that they hadn’t seen such horrors before but they weren’t expecting such a quick and savage response first thing. the wall behind all three had been coated with a healthy dose of brain fragment and the mobster watched as some drip drip dripped down, sliding onto the floor before he laughed. ❛you see that? i bet he wasn’t expectin’ it huh fellas!❜ and his eyes now focused on the other two simpering men flashed. ❛your turn sweetheart. we got two left and baby, we only need one.❜ without even looking back towards the woman, he ordered her to kill. 

          Frustration furrowed her brows, a harsh pulse radiating from her temple      as such stomach-churning insinuations spilled into her freshly-kissed ear.      If it had been anyone else, they’d have lost teeth — but this was the head of      the Russo family, and she couldn’t afford to misstep so severely. Still, she      grimaced as she was let up, and brushed the lap of her dress off, holding her      tongue, and her hand…for now. There were boundaries that even he would      not cross unscathed.           She followed him outside in silence, the heels of her boots echoing dully      against the concrete ground of the garage before crossing to the pavement      of the street beyond. There was little point in locking up — no one dared to      intrude upon this property anyway. A cold eye skimmed over the sharpened      lines and fine body of the vehicle before stepping past his frame ( which was      practically radiating with excitement; perhaps she’d worked him up a bit too      much? ) and climbing into the passenger’s seat in a straight-backed fashion.

          In contrast feminine appearance, the manner in which she plops down in      the seat is rather lacking in refinement — and yet, she crossed her slender      legs and folds her hands over her lap, just like a proper lady. How strange a      woman she is for their time…almost as strange as he is a man. The vehicle      roared to life beneath her, thrumming with a vicious growl as she side-eyed      the maniac settled in beside her.                           ❝ Fun, huh…? I take it this is my welcoming celebration? ❞           — After all, the initiation was every inch as unconventional.

#his car is on POINT #i want one D: #also i know this is not how a shotgun blasts WORKS but i wanted to write gore so sue me LOL #cut for some mild gore

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wasn’t all that hard to get the transfer; alcatraz. the rock. the impenetrable fortress. that mook of a guard feared him feared DEATH as all those that meet him should. didn’t take long to break him down. now he was where he needed to be, in a position close towards his final goal. after that, well he  would work on bustin’ outta this joint. but for right now his primary target, huey, was so damn close he could s m e l l him. such arrogance. a breed of (human) like no other. cocky and high and fuckin’ mighty. well well well it was  time for him to be knocked down a peg or two wasn’t it?  yes yes yes it was ladd’s time to shine! it was why he was put upon this earth! to rid it of such ridiculous conceit. INCREDIBLY huey still breathes but not for long. not for long.  footsteps echo down the hall, a guard come to release him into the near empty courtyard, save for only a few of the other confined inmates. the ones left to rot in solitary. placidly he stood as his ankles were shackled and allowed himself to be led towards the gloriously bright blue sky. inhaling the fresh air slowly he kept his eyes closed.  scenting. 

where are ya friend? 

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#immortalscientist #ok so i hope you can work with this ahhHHHH also i hope this is line with the novels?? if not please feel free to msg me!! #i can change anything!!

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this world was full of sheep to cull and wolves that ate. there was rarely any middle ground save for the  select few that learned to keep under the radar, to  break bread with the wolves and blend with the sheep. this one seemed to know exactly what to say.

however he was still wary, trigger finger itching though  he slung said shot gun over his shoulder. smart kid. ❛now who the fuck said i was the bad guy huh?❜ he countered before his head cocked to the side,  ❛do i look like a bad guy to you? i’m all in white, for all you fuckin’ know i could be goin’ to a weddin’ party.❜  

“It doesn’t matter to me whether or not you like me,” she remained where she was despite the closer distance, closing her hands gently behind her back.

“If you’re a bad guy who’s going to kill me then I guess there’s nothing I can do. That’s the thing about movies. You’re running from someone with twice your speed and three times your strength – why would you bother? It’s just embarrassing. You might as well stay right where you are and die with a smile.”

… But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to fight back. Erika had no intentions of dying so easily.

#sounds good!!

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angelic is what she was, a vision. when she moved she was grace personified, the dress she wore revealed a svelt body by hugging every curve and accentuating her lithe form. she  was everything he craved; hungered for. ‘gorgeous, my angel. perfection. i want to tear you apart right here, make us one darling.’ one arm slid around the slip of a woman, holding her close to him as she touched his chest. heart beating so fast, so eager for her, to drink every ounce of what she had to offer, to bathe in her suffering. to complete them both. the inner ramblings of a madman.  ❛of course sweetheart, everythin’ will be as it should be. but i gotta kill that low down rat huey first.❜ the name alone incited a healthy  dose of anger, an injection of rage that raced through his blood.  face reddening slightly as his grin widened into nearly abnormal proportions. 

❛see me and you? can’t be truly happy until he’s erased from this world! how can we breathe the same A I R as that guy! can’t be  at peace until he’s gone, right? right baby? i want him dead, i want his entire family dead. i want him to feel pain like he ain’t never felt before and i wanna be the fuckin’ CAUSE’A THAT.❜

     Deft fingers worked through fabric, tightly lacing and hooking the dress into place as the bride-to-be drank in her fiance’s deranged words of affection. They were the sweetest sentiments to her ears, a true declaration of his love for her. In the mirror she could glimpse a petal pink hue that bloomed on her cheeks as a fervent heat spread throughout her face. 

    She stepped out from behind the screen and shyly, but gracefully twirled around to show Ladd a full view of the dress before crossing the room to once again be beside him. A small, delicate hand reached for his own which was, like the rest of him, practically jittering with excitement.

   “Ladd, I know you will make it perfect. You are capable of nothing less… So I’ll gladly wait as long as it takes,” she crooned, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

#sorry for the wait! #i adore your lua screech!

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[10:19:16 PM] — ᴩᴏᴍᴩᴀᴅᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴɢ.: RUSSO FAMILY IS BEST FAMILY.

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❛ maybe not the vocal cords, boss. how else am i gonna hear her sweet rejections? ❜

yer a masochist, through and through ain’t ya. ‘course! or yawouldn’t be with me huh? now me? not so much, i like CAUSIN’pain. i like their fear when i take ‘em down a notch or two, right? when they think they’re invincible, when I’M the one in control’awhether they LIVE or DIE. your girl there, she’s gettin’ a bit too comfortable i think, do youagree? don’t get me wrong i like the moll, myself. but i’m gonnahave to do somethin’ sooner or later to keep her in check. what’rethe other boys gonna think? that ladd russo not only employs dame’sbut let’s ‘em walk all over him?! no no no NONONO i can’t let thathappen brother, can’t let it happen! 

#he likes her #ignore him lol #convellx

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Really, the man had been a fool for trying to swallow the stolen goods. Sickle had caught the mugger as easily as she'd slashed his throat open, and reached in to retrieve what had been taken from Miss Klein. Without batting an eyelash, her hands now soaked in blood up to the elbows, she handed the diamond ring back to the man who bought it. ". . .Here. Sorry for denying you your fun. . .but I was faster."

where was the showmanship? the spark? the pizzazz? nothing about this kill was entertaining save for the factthat this disgustin’ piece of shit got exactly what was comin’ to him. ❛the world is fallin’ to pieces when a pettyknow nothin’ robs from the most beautiful girl in this trashheap of a city. i’m tellin’ ya kid..❜ palms out he takes back the now filthy ring.gathering up whatever saliva and bile he could muster he spat upon the corpse. animals. yes yes YES YES he would have had so much fun tearing thisone apart, rending flesh from bone, limbs from torso, genitalsseared off and so forth. but, now to give credit where credit wasdue, he supposed.nodding towards the gore covered female he spoke, ❛good workdoll.❜

#YOU TOOK HIS KILL HOW RUDE #homunculiisms

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baby i’m startin’ ta think you can do this job with or WITHOUT your vocal cords.

                  ❝ As if I would ever come onto a                 man who’s old enough to be my father. ❞

#HES NOT THAT OLD HOW DARE #also he's v much stressing the without part #also graham come get ur girl

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when she touched him, the mafioso allowed his eyes to drop to her palm, fingers splayed against his chest and he tilted his head, a few errant blond white tufts of hair  bouncing as he did.  ❛sorry doll, i’m taken.❜ the words were whispered, lips briefly ghosting along the shell of her ear  before the pair straightened once more. unreadable; his face a grinning mask of furious emotions all vying for control of the madman. 

from her crisp reply he arched a brow before another loud bray of laughter echoed about the cavernous garage.  ❛whatever you say sweetcakes! personally i enjoy ol’ betsy here.❜ the shotgun of course. she was lovely.

and another favored toy he had in his arsenal happened to be  just outside where his mercedes-benz ssk awaited. fingertips glide along the cool exterior of the machine before opening up the passenger side door for the little lady. extending the other arm outwards, ❛mind yer step. wouldn’t want ya breakin’ a leg before the real fun begins!❜ glancing up from his slightly bowed position he smiled. 

          Readying her weight to drop from the dented roof, she was caught entirely      off guard by the sudden yank at her shoulder’s socket. Primarily, her response      was of suspicion, considering quick the possibility that the fight truly hadn’t      ended, after all — but just when she’d expected the barrel of his shotgun against      her belly, all that she found was the walls spinning, and the ceiling before her, an      arm thick and hard as any piece of scrap metal in this make-shift shop enclosing      her tiny waist. Long tendrils of gold fell in waves down to the dirty floor, brushing      over the toes of his shined shoes as she returned his psychotic smile with a look      of nothing less than stoic irritation, and an utter lack of amusement.           Slim arms lie in juxtaposition, one falling limply in the direction of her hair, the      other bent between them to give her palm leverage against the smooth vest of his      pristine suit’s jacket, just beneath the breast. A temple in her vein pulsed, the thin      corner of a well-kempt eyebrow twitching in time with it, displeasure written across      her countenance as clearly as any poet’s prose. Despite this, she said nothing for      his self-indulgent tirade — she was quiet accustomed to such things, what with the      company she kept. He seemed quite high on his own existence, and thus far, he’d      proven to her three undeniable facts: firstly, he was out of his goddamned mind. It      came as no surprise, of course — as Graham had described him, he’d sounded      precisely like the sort of person that the mechanic would idolize, and any such man      would have to be unstable. Secondly, he could kill her if he so desired it, without a      single thought, or a moment’s hesitation. This, she would keep in mind at all times.      Thirdly, he was sexist. This, she didn’t take too kindly to — but much as she did in      Graham’s case, she would do as she did best: ignore it, until he crossed the line, at      which point she felt that he would be more excited for the consequences than      remorseful for them.

          Her expression never shifted as she was righted, finding her footing beside him      and answering without missing a beat. Graham wasn’t due to return for at least      another two hours, and she found no point in leaving a note, thusly.                                                 ❝ I’m ready. I don’t need anything but my hands. ❞

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❛sorry lady, i got work ta do, can’t leave my boys with all the fun. i’m missin’ out on half the firefight. wouldn’t be here at all if those goddamn cowards hadn’t jumped us. not ta brag or nothin’ but i gotta say, i know my way around a gun. an’ if those two-bit trigger men were smart they’d get the fuck outta town before i get back on my feet.❜

as she lectured, eyes never left his and he arched a brow; impressed despite his caustic mood. ❛i heard you were the best around, why would i go to another place when i got you?❜ came the reply. that was as close as she would get to an  affirmative from the mob boss. for now at least. pain was something all too familiar, the warmth of it spreading  along his arm, a dull throbbing ache that pulsed around the bullet  wound. bite on?  ❛wish i had one of their throats between my fuckin’ teeth but ..❜ with a grin he offered a casual shrug. ❛ ..you got any booze before ya start baby? that’ll help take this burn away at least. and i don’t want it numb, i want it out.❜ back into the  fray. 

⊰月⊱—

Some men had nerves of steel, and others had  inflated balls and egos that could fill up her clinic. And this man she would wager as the latter. ❝ What the hell?❞ Her eyes narrowed at the sight,  eyeing the man who swaggered in as if he owned the block. A mafioso. A damned mafioso. 

❝ You’ve quick demands. ❞ Walking towards him,   she observes the tear on his shirt, the shot obvious.  ❝ Coming into my clinic and staining my floor. You are either very confident or very foolish. ❞ Slipping  on the elastic glove, she smiled ❝ If you rush me,  chances are you’ll bleed out, suffer a carotid artery and the tear of your ligament will leave you without that arm  you’re fond of. ❞ She met his gaze, ❝ You want my help.  Then please do not rush me or go to another clinic, sir. Otherwise you’ll get a crap job and there’ll be no playing games. Understood? ❞ That said, she was careful in snipping off the bits of his ruined shirt around his injury, further revealing the oozing wound. She sighed, ❝ You might want to bite on something. Even if I numb the area, you’re going to feel me pull out the bullet with my forceps. ❞

#i'm sorry he's such a jerk cries

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when those normally placid eyes lit up it ignited  something inside of him. a heady feeling comprised of both incredible joy and terrible inspiration. right now he wanted nothing more than to take her life. to watch her glorious suffering bleed onto such a pristine gown.  easing forward, allowing her an easier time to kiss his cheek he then watched as she settled behind the privacy screen.  hands behind his back, cupped he began to rock on his heels unable to simply stand still.

❛hey my main girl has to look good don’t she? think of it as a  reward! you’ve been waitin’ so patiently for THE DAY to come.❜ a hand comes up, scratching awkwardly along the back of his neck; as though he was a shy teenager asking for the young lady’s hand to prom. ❛i just want it to be perfect when it happens, i want yer agony etched into your soul, i want you to experience heights of  fuckin’ pain you’ve never felt before! by MY hand!❜ tongue rolled out licking along his bottom lip as his breathing began to increase. excited.  eager. 

     Lua gave a light, affirmative nod. Everything she needed had been packed up the night before. Her fiance’s liveliness sparked light into her otherwise placid expression. 

     A delicate hand then cupped her mouth, awestruck as she laid her eyes upon the dress. It was a pure white gown with voluminous layers of silk and chiffon billowing from an embroidered bodice. It was perfect- a dreamlike wedding dress.

    “Oh, Ladd… It’s lovely. Thank you so much,” Lua twined her arms around his neck as her lips planted a soft kiss against his cheek. She then gingerly took the dress into her arms and slipped behind a folding screen to change into it right away, eager to see her fiance’s reaction once it was on. 

#they ARE :D

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this is going to be interestin.

#popcorn gif

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you approve of graham's girl?

i trust my boy. when someone like that comesalong you gotta do what ya can to keep him around.his loyalty is like nothin’ i’ve ever seen. safe ta sayhe’s the only person i’d trust with my life. when i seethat kinda shit? i reward it, i give ‘em what they want.and he seems ta want this bird. however, if she can’t pull her own fuckin’ weight, if shecan’t listen to orders then yeah we’re gonna have a problem. i hope he can keep his dame in check because if he can’t? i will. 

#ladd: good guy boss. uh sorta #Anonymous

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they touched and it was nothing to ladd, for his heart lay with another. however he was still enticed by the  enigmatic female. how could he not? being able to hold her own with the psychotic man in white was intriguing.  but he also respected his underling enough to first; not  slaughter the woman and second, keep himself in check.  when she placed her hand against his own he was quick to lace fingers together as he tugged her forward, arching his arm he spun her around while tucking said arm along  the middle of her back in a quick dip.  holding that pose he smiled down at her.  ❛oh it will be necessary to kill, see i MAKE it necessary. men women children. you will slaughter whoever i see fit, won’t ya baby. you won’t think twice, you won’t sass me, you will complete whatever task i give you.❜ the words were whispered close to her ear, each word properly enunciated, though his accent remained thick. though his eyes remained manic, he made sure she understood the rules.  straightening up he kept the smile up and his voice raised; boisterous. ❛now c’mon, get your shit together we’re goin’ for a ride!❜

            Once more, the mention of Graham and his ludicrous notions of infatuation      died upon his lips, unheard by her flushed ears, or else merely ignored. A soft      relax loosed the tension of her muscles, but only by a breath. Never would she      let her guard down completely with this person. He had proven that such would      lead to little more — and nothing less — than her immediate demise.           Such chivalry he extended toward her then, in complete disregard of his prior      sexism. He was an odd man, not merely by his maniacal fascinations, but by an      inexplicable code of morals ( or lack thereof ) which dictated his contradictory      behaviors. Whatever the case, while she may be blunt, rude even, she saw little      point in refusing the offer, being that they had called a temporary truce.           Thin fingers, deceptively delicate, were lowered into the palm of his hand and      allowed to bear the weight of her willowy frame as she prepared to hop down from      the dented dome of metal — for which she cared little, Graham’s displeasure      notwithstanding. If he had done his job properly, and disposed of it by now, she’d      have been denied the opportunity.

                                                 ❝ …I’ll do what’s necessary to complete the job.                                                               I’ve killed before. I can kill again. ❞

#this is gonna get bloody :I #wear something waterproof

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i got what i need kid, the only thing missin’ from my life is your fuckin’ head on a platter! 

“Thank me that I have one beautiful wife waiting at home who will gladly go out with me.”

#i feel these two should hug it out :D